so the other day I had a dream every shop in town was selling something called “basket cheese.” At least I think it was a dream. It might have been real. Maybe I drank too much? I don’t think I did, but I only have that ephemeral, messy memory of something that’s part deja vu, part real memory. I can barely hold on to it. I can’t place the environment where I saw the signs, or the time, or who I was with. It just exists as a muddled concept buried somewhere far back in my mind. I mean, how can something like basket cheese be real? Basket cheese is clearly the invention of a confused mind, piecing together words that should have nothing to do with one another.
I remember (imagined?) asking out loud “What the hell is basket cheese?” No one answered.